Hours passed, and before long, nightfall made its way in the sky of New Casablanca. It was basking the battlefield riddled with the corpses of the mutated beasts and the fallen MechSuits that had already begun to gather rust due to a large amount of blood that spilled on them.
Fell couldn't help but feel his mind freshened by the windy breeze that came with the night. A shiver traversed his body as his thought awakened, he gazed at the silent battlefield and couldn't help but feel that even with all of his efforts. Too many souls from New Casablanca had left their hometown.
He couldn't help but feel bitter as he had indeed done everything in his possibility to save them. But the outburst of mutation among the north wall caused him to have his hand locked, and the more he slaughtered the beasts, the more human head began falling under their ravenous frenzy.
